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Precious few those fleeting moments;
When we wish to fly or swim the ocean.
When part of conversations rare;
Or when the heart is free of care.
Trace hopes and dreams upon the sand;
Without fear of where we fall or stand.
Cause nothing ever goes as planned.
Let passion reign your passing thoughts;
Are you spontaneous – or are you not

Forever bound with logic – reason
Impetuous tends to change like season.
Refer to them as freedom’s compass;
Desire, feeling, whim, impulse.
Addiction to thrill is what I’ve got;
Are you spontaneous – or are you not

 

 

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